Zena

Zena

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Writing
Let the words flow out
With the ink
No interruptions
From the brain.

Words floating
Like letters in Alphabet soup.
Scooping out spoonfuls
To be gulped down.

Short phrases
Standing in for
Whole trains of thought
And the stories behind them.

The printed word
The soul's voice.

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